Doomsday Rise

The second pen fell, and in the second grid, it was still horizontal, and the soldier's eyes widened a bit. Compared with the first pen, this pen was close to normal handwriting.

Some people say that horizontal and vertical strokes are the most commonly used strokes in calligraphy. They are also the simplest strokes. They can be written alone, but they are also the most difficult to practice strokes. The thickness, size, length, and weight can express different moods and momentum. Liu Wei An is naturally far from this level. Even with a normal writing brush, he cannot write a good hand. At this moment, he is entangled with the tip of the writing brush, which is thin and straight. In theory, it is as fine as a needle. The nib must be able to write Juan Xiu's handwriting, but no matter how hard he tried, the strokes he wrote were several times thicker than the nib.

Liu Wei'an is not without greed. He concentrates on practicing 'horizontal', stroking every stroke, and tries his best to let each stroke go according to his own imagination, but every time he lifts up the pen, he finds that what is written always matches Imagination runs counter. He didn't realize that every time he wrote, the shock in the eyes of the soldier in charge of spreading rice paper was deep. As a relative who follows Tang Tianyao and has seen punished students, there are no more than one hundred and eighty. Very few can write strokes with giant brushes, few can persist for an hour, and few can not curse. And these, Liu Wei'an has done it. At this time, he could already pack rice paper and go back to thinking about the results of Tang Tianyao's report, but now he feels that this work will continue for a long time.

Two hours later, Liu Wei'an has started to practice the strokes of "vertical" strokes. Each rice paper has 182, 13 lines, 14 lines each. If you want to keep a word, every square will "vertical" produce the same strokes. The requirements for the wrist are extremely high. Between the square inches is the world. Don't talk about moving your arms, even if your breathing changes a bit, it will make the strokes go out of shape. Liu Wei'an tried his best to control his breathing, and sweat flowed along the forehead, but had no time to wipe.

Sheets of rice paper piled up behind him, the thickness gradually increased, the surprise in the soldier's eyes had become numb, and the strokes could be written within three hours. This was the first person he had ever met. I have never heard of it. Even a rigorously trained person holding an object of more than a hundred pounds for three hours and staying still may not be able to do it, and a new person cannot do it even with the power of God. You know, On the other side, there is a horse.

Liu Wei'an did it.

Four hours, when the bell rang, Liu Wei'an wrote the first word, grass! There are nine paintings in total, which are composed of vertical and horizontal. It took a full five minutes. Each of them is very eye-catching, but when combined, it looks extremely twisted and uncoordinated.

The last five or six classmates who insisted on moving their numb legs and moved step by step to Liu Wei'an, and at a glance they saw the words on the paper on the ground, and they all blurted out.

"grass!"

The classmates of five or six stared at the ground for almost five or six seconds before slowly moving to Liu Wei'an's face, and his eyes couldn't hide the shock. Xiao Jie swallowed a spit and said dryly: "Brother, did you write this?"

Liu Weian opened his mouth, but did not make a sound, shook his head as an answer.

"Grass!" Xiao Jie twitched. "Are you still human?"

Liu Wei'an rolled his eyes and didn't want to answer.

"Tired?" Xiao Jie asked again.

"Isn't that nonsense?" Liu Wei'an would say so if he had extra strength, but at this moment, he didn't even have the strength to roll his eyes.

"You work hard, I withdraw first." Xiao Jie patted Liu Wei'an on the shoulder. Although he was very light, he almost fell down Liu Wei'an. Liu Wei'an took a deep breath, stabilized his body, and almost broke open and scolded.

"Complete the writing earlier, and leave the class sooner." Tang Dingyu was also one of the last classmates who persisted, leaving the next sentence without hesitation. After all, it's a girl. Although she can't wait to lie on the floor to sleep, she just walked back to the dormitory in order to not lose her image in front of others. Except for some stiff steps, she could barely see her striding for hours .

"Classmate, although it is my job to wait for you, I still have to say that your speed should be accelerated." Said the soldier.

"Okay." Liu Weian finished speaking, speeding up a lot, but this is a lot of his own feeling, for soldiers, this speed is still slow like a snail.

An hour, two hours, and three hours passed. It was already eight-thirty in the evening. The night had already fallen and the lights had been turned on. Liu Wei'an still maintained a stance, and stared at the ground with no distraction and concentration. Writing, in his body, the "corpse emperor's scripture" is running frantically, like a river breaking out of the dyke, roaring out, the yellow air flow over and over washed the sour muscles, keeping the muscles active at all times, but the replenishment speed is less than At the speed of consumption, Liu Wei'an has reached the limit. At this moment, even if there is any small accident, he will interrupt his state of concentration. Once the state is broken, he may soon be comatose.

Liu Wei'an didn't know that the original soldier stood back and stood upright. The person who replaced the rice paper became Tang Tianyao. Tang Tianyao's stare-like eyes showed a little surprise at this moment. Gifted students, he saw a lot He went, but for a talent like Liu Weian, he saw it for the first time. A general genius writes like this. The limit is to lie down in three hours. Liu Wei'an has persisted for seven hours, which has caused him a great interest.

How long can this student persist? Many teachers or students who wanted to pass here were all driven away by him, so as not to affect Liu Wei'an's state.

Muscles inevitably once again trembled. This time, it is worse than the previous few times. Liu Weian awakened from the state of emptiness, faintly feeling that his own body has reached the limit, and persisting will cause great harm to the body When the injury was about to stop, a black airflow overflowed from the Dantian with the yellow airflow, and the amount of black airflow was very small, but as soon as it appeared, Liu Wei'an felt a rich and extreme vitality injected into the body and dried up Suddenly, my body was nourished, and the shrinking cells began to plump, cheering with joy.

With the movement of the wrist, the speed of writing suddenly increased. The previous word took almost five minutes. At the moment, a word was written in about thirty seconds. The strokes were clear and the size was right. This is the most regular one written in all words. When Tang Tianyao's pupils shrank, he gently uttered a ‘咦’ and raised his hand to slowly lower it. He intends to stun Liu Wei'an. Human potential is unlimited, but the process of tapping potential is phased. No one can do it overnight. Liu Wei'an's physical overdraft has reached its limit. There is no benefit other than loss. He doesn't want to see a good seed ruined in his own hands, but Liu Wei'an suddenly recovered his energy and surprised him.

After being surprised, the curiosity in his eyes grew stronger.

It took so long in the past to write one third of a page of paper. After speeding up, it took less than half an hour to write a piece of paper. Although the calligraphy is very poor, at least one stroke can be seen clearly. Children who learn to write still have to make up three points.

With the last drop, Tang Tianyao had changed a piece of paper with his wrist, and the speed was extremely fast. The soldier only felt a flower in front of him, and the rice paper had been replaced, and the five-body body admired in his heart fell to the ground.

When the black air flow overflowed from Dantian, a pair of starry sky patterns appeared in the deep of my mind. Some lines were dim and some lines were glowing. Most of the lines were blurred and hidden in the dark. But Liu Wei'an I am very happy, because every time I see this pattern, there are more lights.

The Book of Dark Emperor, which caused endless storms, helped him through difficulties every time he tried it. It's a bit disobedient, and you can't summon it when you want it.

The black air flow is small, but it plays a leading role. The yellow air flow obediently follows as a younger brother, and is extremely docile. As the air flows through the meridians of the whole body, the lost strength is restored at an alarming speed. A pair of arms are full of strength and exaggerated. Suddenly the huge pen was lighter.

Grass Department: Licorice, Huangjing, Changsong, Zhimu, Zhimu, Cistanche, Liedang, Gastrodia elata, Atractylodes macrocephala, Goji, Morinda officinalis, Polygala Chinensis, Radix Ginseng, Salvia Miltiorrhiza, Purple Grass, Pasqueflower, Sanqi, Coptis , Hu Huanglian, Dohuo ... From jerky to fluent, Liu Wei'an's writing speed increased again, around 8:10, and the second page was completed.

When the third page was written to the last three words, a burst of virtual meat was applied to my heart. Liu Wei'an's body trembled, his strength receded like a tide, his arms sank, and the writing brush almost smashed to the ground before touching the rice paper. For a moment, he grasped the writing brush and lifted it inch by inch.

Every time I mentioned ~ www.readwn.com ~, I exhausted my whole body strength. The body is like a hollowed out well and can no longer see the slightest water. The "King of the Dead" and "The Book of Dark Emperor" disappear at the same time. Will not offer any help at all.

"……phase……"

"……think……"

Liu Wei'an only felt dark before his eyes, and a strong sense of weakness seemed to hit the top of his head. He couldn't wait to throw the writing brush down and sleep like this, but couldn't, there was one thing in his mind, and there was nothing left. No word was written.

"……child!"

He used his last strength to write the last line, and he couldn't hold it anymore. His eyes were dark and fell softly. Before he landed, he was caught by Tang Tianyao, his eyes filled with a faint smile, and said to the soldier: "Gather this up."

"Yes," the soldier straightened, loudly.

Tang Tianyao didn't say anything anymore, and he left with Liu Wei'an carrying the chick.

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